Personal Writing: The Burnside Project I come around the corner, and a smile comes across my face. I love it when there isn't a crowd. Only two other people braved the chill, and had the will, to get up this early. Upon arrival, my view is enhanced. Though I've seen it enough to burn an image into my subconscious, each visit brings new wonder. I climb onto the lower platform, and quickly scale the small wall to the upper. I nod at the other already standing there. I've seen him before, but I don't need to know his name. A silent friendship binds us that rarely needs words. An occasional cheer or wince